Lakeside

I drove out to the lake today to clear my head. I parked near the shore overlooking the water. I lie. It wasn't a lake it was a pond. In a city park. There was nothing beautiful about it, but it was the closest thing I had and I like to sound poetic. I put the car in park and left the heat running. My gas tank was almost on e but I was cold and down so I just said fuck it. My dog sat shotgun. I love her and I trust her. I would like to think if I was dieing with an open wound her affections for me would be stronger then the scent of blood and thousands of years of instinct and she wouldn't eat me. I like to think that. Took some Bukowski with me. I read the Dhali Lhama last week but he didn't do shit for me, so I thought if a good man couldn't help me maybe I should try an asshole. I sat there and read his whole novel. He left me angry and unsatisfied. Two hours later no better then when I came.